All in a Day

A day after leaving Mesa, AZ we rolled a bit west of Phoenix and found the Cotton Lane RV Park in Goodyear, AZ. We settled here, paid Loretta in the office for the month and were escorted to our site. Just when we had the chairs, flowers, mats, grille and all other paraphenalia out, we were told we had to move. Apparently the site we were on isn’t permitted trailers and I had parked the bike trailer there. In fact, the escort helped me back it in. So in a snafu where the left hand in the office doesn’t know what the right hand is doing, we moved to another side of the park. Taking everything down and putting it away only to move a thousand feet is a real pain in the ass. But the neighborhood seems a bit more gregarious here. We’ve met Nancy and Chris from Missouri parked next to us and Lily and Larry across the street hail from nearby Ohio. We’ve set out to cruise the area, trying to find where everything is that we may need. You can literally buy anything for sale in America within a ten mile ride. On Wednesday we drove into Glendale, home of the Arizona Cardinals, to get our Arizona Food Handlers Card. Little did we know there was a test to pass along with a stipend to the government of sixteen dollars. We’ll have to have these cards to work the spring training stint we landed with the California Angels. That tour doesn’t start until the end of February so we’ll have the rest of the month to tool around and learn the area. After taking the test and receiving our cards we got a call from the Aramark Corporation asking us if we’d be interested in working a one day event at the Jobbing.Com Arena. Sure, why not. The extra two hundred dollars would come in handy. We reported to the arena at 5 a.m. on Thursday morning. The lights at the venue were quite decorative although I thought at the time we were the only people moving about. The arena was hosting a huge business seminar entitled, “Get Motivated”. Colin Powell, Susie Ormand, Barbara Bush, Bob Barker, Kurt Warner and Larry King were some of the headliners on the dais. We found ourselves working a concession within the arena. I did burgers while Robin was a runner, which means telling those of us in the back what was needed out front. Most of the morning was spent commiserating with new acquaintances. There’s not much demand for burgers and fries at that hour of the morning. By 10:30 however all hell broke loose and I was grilling three dozen burgers at a time and as soon as those were gone another batch went on the flatiron. By two in the afternoon we were headed out of the arena. The two hundred dollars was nice, however, the experience was immeasureable. I learned so much about this large corporation and the management style of this organization. Another bucket list item to scratch off the list. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.